Every time we say goodbye I die a littleEvery time we say goodbye I wonder why a littleWhy the gods above me who must be in the knowThink so little of me they allow you to go

When you're near there's such an air of spring about itI can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about itThere's no love song finerBut how strange the change from major to minorEvery time we say goodbye

When you're near there's such an air of spring about itI can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about itThere's no love song finerBut how strange the change from major to minorEvery time we say goodbye